Up in the Air

"Now this is gonna be a little difficult, so stay with me.
How much does your life weigh?

Imagine for a second you're carrying a backpack.
I want you to pack it with all the stuff you have in life.

You start with the little things that is on shelves and drawers and knick-knacks.
Then you start adding larger stuff: clothes, table-top appliances, lamps, your TV...

Backpack should be getting pretty heavy now.
You go bigger: your couch, your car, your home.

I want you to stuff it all into that backpack.

Now, I want you to fill it with people.
Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office...

And then you move into the people that you trust with your most intimate secrets.
Brothers or sisters, your children, your parents, and finally your husband, your wife, boyfriend, your girlfriend.
You get them into that backpack.

Feel the weight of that bag.  Make no mistake, your relationships are the heaviest components in your life.
All those negotiations and arguments and secrets and compromising.

The slower we move, the faster we die.  We weigh ourselves down until we can't even move.
Make no mistake, moving is living.

Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime.
Star-crossed lovers, monogamous swans - we are not swans.  We're sharks."

I want this to be either proven wrong or proven right.  'Cause not knowing the answer is an even worse burden.  I can keep trying without reciprocation or I can let go and be freed of what I thought was important and move forward.  It's easier if this is right but with that is the fear of never having a home to return to.

'Cause home is where people are thinking of you.